The stale air of the crazy merchant's cramped shop smelled of brine and a strangely pleasant smell, it seemed, of church candles. As soon as the door opened, wind music, assembled from the suspended bones of tiny animals, rang hollowly above the entrance, forcing Wendy to jerk his head up and smile. "Ah, the customer! You need something, and I definitely have it..." He spoke with several uncomfortable-sounding insane giggles, slightly lifting his top hat in greeting.
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